[Squeaking when poked is refreshingly human, just a little endearing, and Prior only looks more pleased about it as Byerly tries to unruffle his feathers.]

If we do, then nobody has yet told me. Though it sounds not unlike a hundred house parties I've been to - I'd go. [Lets never pretend that parties and preening are things to endure rather than embrace - though his social life has involved both less social and less life for some time.] But I mean nothing so organized. I just mean singing, Byerly. Don't you ever sing just because?